Staring At The Child That Is Me Poem by Not Long Left

Behind me the sea is captured
mid wave, just as the white
begins its decent into the blue mass.

I am standing, smiling, staring
back towards the keeper of memories.

She is out of view and remains only
as an image in my mind.
She is walking towards me with two
ice creams that continue to melt-
For they are not froze within the image.

My tanned unripe skin delicate like
the breeze that had blown my hair
across my wide eyes.

This moment sits upon my desk
reminding me of a time long
surrendered to the soldiers of time.
Naked I remain a child forever more
as the sea waits to greet the shore.